Rebel was nervous, there was no denying this. She felt so out of place, given she never really left the comfort of her home. Having been homeschooled, as well never going on a trainer’s journey, she has had a rather sheltered life. Of course she’s been on ships before, such as on family vacations, but she felt so alone. This may have been one of the few times she has gone out without someone she knew being beside her, let alone being miles from home. 

Once she had boarded the ship, she immediately confined herself to her room, not even bothering to get food or even socialize with her future teammates. Rebel believed that somehow, she’d find a way to do something wrong or even trip over her own feet, causing her to lose her chance to become a ranger. She felt too No, she had to suck it up and do this; she couldn’t go home as a failure. She had to do this for Hunter.

Hunter was her younger sister of ten. Ever since she was born, Hunter was always very ill and could never go outside and live her life that she greatly deserved. The only time Rebel wasn’t on edge would be when she was with her sister, wanting to put up some sort of admirable image for her younger sister. When it was Hunter’s tenth birthday, she was given the rather earthshattering news retaining towards her inability to become a trainer. Rebel couldn’t break it to her sister who talked so eagerly about the pokemon she learned about through her schooling and hoped to meet in person. When it the news was broken to the young girl, she begged her sister to live her dream.

Rebel, however couldn’t handle the pressure of becoming a trainer, as many people half her age had already beaten her by a landslide, having won gym badges and collected more pokemon than she thought existed. It was then she was given the opportunity when she stumbled upon an application for becoming a pokemon ranger. Rebel gave it a shot, being obvious in her application, and was more than sure she would be tossed aside. But, much to her surprise, she was accepted. Her sister was ecstatic, and both agreed to write letters often as well for Rebel to send some souvenirs her way if she could. 

That all leads up to now, several weeks later. Rebel sat in her bunk, skimming through her favorite book, [i]To Kill a Murkrow[/i] in hopes of forgetting her fear and anxiety and getting lost in its words. This worked quite well for a good couple on the last portion of the voyage to the Nature Preserve, that is until the horn of the ship blew, causing her jump rather violently, managing to throw her book across the cabin and losing her place. She waited several moments, hearing people leaving their cabins in excitement as she felt the ship come to a halt.

She took her time collecting her things, and making sure she had everything before making her way to the deck. Mostly everyone was already off, and was gathered on the pier around four rangers who were in the middle of explaining what she could make out to be the same as what was written in the letter she received. Nonetheless, she quickened her pace as she noticed they were giving out gear. She waited along the outskirt of the crowd as they slowly began to make their way to the bungalow after they collected their gear. Rebel received her own gear when much of the group dispersed, and followed along the group through the rainforest terrain.

At her sides, her hands gripped the long sleeves of her rather too large gray pullover sweater, which to match, she wore simple black jeans and thankfully walking shoes. This was so she would have something to focus on rather than her uncomfortableness in crowds. She lingered behind, wondering if she packed warmer weather clothing or her toothbrush. She found herself slowing down to check her bags as she slowly shuffled along to keep up. There was a spark of excitement despite her worry for meaningless things when she looked at the Capture Stylus, the iconic ranger tool. Rebel couldn’t wait to write to her sister later.